Psalms 142

1 Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. I cry with my voice unto the LORD; with my voice unto the LORD do I make supplication.

An Instructive Psalm of David. When he was in the Cave. A Prayer. With my voice—to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice—to Yahweh, make I supplication:

2 I pour out my complaint before him; I shew before him my trouble.

I pour out before him my complaint, My distress—before him, I tell.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, —In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.

4 Look on [my] right hand, and see; for there is no man that knoweth me: refuge hath failed me; no man careth for my soul.

Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, —Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

5 I cried unto thee, O LORD; I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh, —I have said, Thou, art my refuge, my portion, in the land of the living.

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Attend thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, —Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name, —About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.